Page 72 of Too Wanton to Wed
“I want you, Alistair.” She parted her legs and guided his cock between her thighs.
He could barely breathe. She absolutely would be his. He slid home in a single shuddering thrust, then froze in horror that he might have hurt her in his passion. She reached for him and nipped at his lower lip.
“More.” She smiled when his cock twitched in reply.
He lowered his mouth to hers in a consuming kiss. He would make this count. He would make it perfect. Ever so slowly, he began to move. He shuddered with pleasure. Lacing his fingers with hers, he withdrew and reentered to the rhythm of his pounding heart.
She wrapped her legs around him, biting lightly at his lower lip as she tightened her inner muscles around him. He nearly died. He cupped the back of her head, claiming her with kisses as his body claimed her with his cock. For hewasclaiming her. Just as she was claiming him. Her head fell back against the pillow as her spine arched and she climaxed once more, this time with their bodies joined together. He thrust faster, building to a climax that threatened to burst from him at any moment.
“Roll over,” she whispered.
Trapping her mouth with his, he wrapped his arms about her and rolled onto his back. She straddled his body and began to ride him, deliberately, tantalizingly. Dimly, he frowned despite the growing pleasure. She reached behind to cup his bollocks. He nearly swooned from the pleasure. It was as if she knew exactly how to—
His rhythm stuttered as dawning awareness slowly crept in.
She should not have had the least idea that straddling a man and riding him was even possible. Much less to tug at his bollocks as she worked his cock between her legs. She was an innocent. She was his unspoiledangel, for God’s sake. Or so he’d thought. His hips stilled as a rush of facts became obvious. She had kissed him first, had she not? She had met him pleasure for pleasure, and her current position with his bollocks in her hand could leave no doubt.
“You’re not a virgin?” he managed weakly.
Perhaps as rocked by the jarring question as he, she froze in place. A pink flush infused her cheeks with color. She released her hold and glanced away.
His body was suddenly cold. She was no angel after all. How could he have been so wrong about her? Was it not true that a person who deceived about one thing, might deceive about everything? He had yearned so much for something perfect that he had let his fantasies blind him to the truth. How could he love someone he didn’t even know?
He couldn’t.
He answered his own question, then. All his questions. He was making love to a stranger. “This is not your first time.”
She rolled aside. They were no longer connected, in body nor in his imagination.
She took a deep breath. “You’re not a virgin either.”
“Of course not,” he sputtered. “I have a child!”
“Would it have been more acceptable if I had one, too?”
“No!” He tried to make sense of his turbulent thoughts.
She crossed her arms over her exposed breasts and glared at him. “So it’s fine for you, O master of the house, but not for me?”
He jerked away from her in disbelief. “I wasmarried.”
Her eyebrows arched. “You didn’t seem too concerned about marriage a minute ago, when you were attempting to divest me of my virginity!”
“I was wrong.”
He closed his eyes to block her from his sight. That was not what he had meant to say, but it was true. She was not who he had believed she was, but she was still herself. Still passionate. Still beautiful. Still lying naked before him. He rubbed viciously at his face, unable to think. “I thought you were... innocent.”
She scrambled backward against the headboard and clutched a pillow to her bosom. “Well, I’m not. Andyouaren’t much of a gentleman. Either bedding me is fine, or it’s not. Regardless of the past. I’d say, men who think with their cocks shouldn’t be so quick to judge others. Especially those they’d planned on rogering silly.”
He flinched at her language and colored hotly at the direct hit. “You’re right. Of course you’re right. I just didn’t think…”
“Obviously. Get out,” she commanded, her bare arm pointed firmly toward the door. “Now!”
He picked himself up, not breaking eye contact. He was searching for the right words to say. He could think of none. Her entire body trembled but she did not break his gaze.
“Goodbye,” she repeated firmly.
Without another word, he turned and strode out the door.
